Category Archive: poem

The windmills of your mind

Windmills of your mind   Grandfather told me often, life move quickly, make the good day last longer and forget the bad days.   Now old age is upon me, the windmills of… Continue reading

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A moment, of forever

A moment, of forever “Holy as love You were my Winter prayer, my Christmas miracle.   We found a safe place to keep warm, we locked the door, held tightly and stole seconds,… Continue reading

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“I saw a face”

I saw a face   I saw a face in the distance. A beautiful tempting face. The face brought back a sweet memory, was once a sweet memory.   She walked toward me… Continue reading

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Ambrosia of the kiss and the touch

(The ambrosia of the kiss and the touch A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.)   The ambrosia of the kiss and the touch   We had pretty places, ancient city and the… Continue reading

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Don’t give-up

Don’t give-up   I changed face, I changed cities and played the jester well.   I believed the stories in the wind, I believed in the voices of the traitors who forsaken my… Continue reading

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I’m going to California

I am going to California   I wrote down on a napkin at the Pier in Monterey. “You can’t go back and you can’t kill the memories.”   I was young once and… Continue reading

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“Dirty little secrets”

Dirty little secrets   I watched the moon rise and the sun run away and I remember ” You and I”. I’m the dancing moon whispering words of love to you as we… Continue reading

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“The cursed lullaby”

The cursed lullaby Once love was so damn sweet, we had the long nights and the sweetest kisses. You were my Beatrice and I was your willing Dante. Willing to pay the price… Continue reading

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Liar’s moon lullaby

Liar’s moon lullaby   I told the liar’s moon, eleven anthrax shots given to my by the Army. I have forgotten more than I remember.   I search my deaden mind for faces,… Continue reading

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“The sea and the chess game

1992, Monterey 2018, Monterey     The sea and the chess game   Old Poet set-up the chess game and I opened the bottle of tequila. The old man had few friends. People… Continue reading

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